Gregory Ellington

"Who are you, really? And is your name cutiepie69? You aren't... you didn't come here for sugar dating, did you?" 
Suddenly, a memory clicked into place. 
"Wait a minute. Is your name Olivia?" She nodded, her eyes wide with confusion and what seemed like relief. I felt like a complete idiot. 
"Christ. Why did you say your name was Cutiepie69?" "I... I was actually really confused. When you started talking about sugar babies and rules, I thought—"
Olivia, an aspiring actress, is thrust into a world of luxury and opportunity when she meets Christopher, a billionaire film producer. Their first rendezvous takes a shocking turn with a passionate one-night stand due to a mistaken identity—Christopher thought she was his intended sugar baby. 
As Olivia steps into the spotlight of her dreams, Christopher showers her with lavish gifts and exclusive invites, blurring the lines between business and pleasure. Torn between her devoted boyfriend Logan and the alluring Christopher, Olivia's life spirals into a whirlwind of secret rendezvous, career highs, and personal chaos. 
Can she navigate the storm of ambition and love to find true happiness?

Billionaire's Mistaken Match

　　The elevator doors slid open to the penthouse, and I kicked off my heels with a groan. "My feet are killing me."


　　"From the ten minutes total we actually walked?" Christopher smirked, shrugging off his jacket.


　　"That's exactly my point!" I collapsed onto his ridiculous leather couch. "We spent more time in your fancy car than actually experiencing the city. Do you know how many cool little spots we probably drove right past?"


　　"We saw all the important landmarks-"


　　"Important landmarks?" I cut him off, stretching my legs across his lap. "We barely scratched the surface. Real New York is down in those streets - the food carts, the weird little shops, that guy selling probably fake watches."


　　"Missing the point entirely." I wiggled my toes against his thigh. "Though since you mention buying things, my feet could use a massage."


　　His fingers wrapped around my ankle. "That wasn't part of our deal."


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